{"quotes":[{"text":"No Goodbye'The floods of tears,Flow for thee,As I remember how it used to be.Your gentle touch,Your tender caress,Your scented perfume,Your tender kiss.But things do change,In the blink of an eye,An errant driver,No goodbyes.All I remember,Is how it was,Before that fatal night,When all was lost.'I love you.","author":"Anthony T. Hincks","tags":["accident","caress","change","driver","errant-driver","floods","flow","goodbye","kiss","love","miss","no-goodbyes","perfume","philosophy","scented","tender","things"],"id":81694,"author_id":"Anthony+T.+Hincks"},{"text":"Spanish rain,A maiden’s dress,Apothecary pillsAnd ancient thrills;Melancholy killsA girl’s caress.(—Roman Payne; Valencia, Spain, November 2nd 2012).","author":"Roman Payne","tags":["2012","apothecary","caress","girl","love","medicine","melancholia","melancholy","november","pharmacy","pills","rain","roman","roman-payne","spain","spanish","valencia","wine","woman"],"id":96552,"author_id":"Roman+Payne"},{"text":"It is natural for our unamiable sex to dislike the creatures, for you ladies lavish so many caresses upon them.","author":"Anne Brontë","tags":["caress","cats","dislike","dogs","men","pets","women"],"id":159736,"author_id":"Anne+Bront%C3%AB"},{"text":"The Frenchman showed her a great deal of Paris that day, saying over lunch at a café that it was impossible to see everything of interest in so short a time. 'And of course the sights are only one aspect; there's also the theatre, the markets, clubs, festivals, gardens and much more.'Delta smiled dreamily; it sounded wonderful.Enjoying her smile, Valois gave her cheek a playful caress. 'If I try hard enough, you may never want to leave.","author":"Brooke Templar","tags":["caress","love","paris"],"id":184825,"author_id":"Brooke+Templar"},{"text":"Echo of the waves appears in the sky, their lights reflected in your eyes. I'm back in our world and happy again. The sound of your voice, compassionate embrace... The power in your touch, serenity of stride... The beating of your heart calms down my presence, gracing with eternal peace of mind... Bathing in the sunshine of your arms I'm deeply aware of the melodic stream that has no language...Gliding beneath the quiet Heaven of your eyes...","author":"Oksana Rus","tags":["arms","art","artist","bathing","beating","beneath","calm","caress","compassion","compassionate","echo","embrace","eternal","eyes","gentle","gliding","grace","gracing","happy","heartbeat","heaven","hug","inspirational","joy","kiss","language","letter","light","love","lover","mind","ocean","oksana-rus","peace","poem","power","presence","reflection","romance","romantic","sea","serenity","sky","sound","spirit","spiritual","stride","sunshine","touch","voice","wave","world"],"id":206420,"author_id":"Oksana+Rus"},{"text":"Listen.Do you see that you can’t hear snowfall?Look.Do you sensethat you can’t see love?Touch.Do you graspthat you can’t catch poems?Try.Smell this glass. Go on taste this cloud.These material senses won’t get you far untilyou feelthe velvet glove caress your soul.","author":"Kamand Kojouri","tags":["caress","catch","cloud","feel","glass","glove","grasp","hear","inspiration","inspirational","kamand","kamand-kojouri","kojouri","listen","look","love","love-poem","loved","lover","loves","loving","material","materialism","poem","poems","poetry","quote","see","sense","senses","smell","snowfall","soul","taste","touch","try"],"id":216859,"author_id":"Kamand+Kojouri"},{"text":"There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the very least they lie in the veil of between. I on the other hand, do not belong to any group. I don’t exist. It’s not that I don’t have substance; I have a body like everyone else. I can feel the fire when it burns against my skin, the rain when it caresses my face and the breeze as it fingers my hair. I have all the senses that other people do. I am just empty, inside.","author":"J.D. Stroube","tags":["breeze","caress","emptiness","empty","exist","fire","horror","people","rain","right","senses","wisdom","wrong"],"id":249531,"author_id":"J.D.+Stroube"},{"text":"When bodies talk, a hand brushing across a face declares love the tongue never speaks. When bodies talk, eyes make promises and lips keep them in the silent transfer of vows of the heart. When bodies talk, a steady stare and firm glance becomes a rod of correction. When bodies talk, they speak to us all in quiet whispers, heart-to-heart, and soul-to-soul, in soundless conversations.","author":"Stella Payton","tags":["a-word-in-season","body","caress","conversation","heart-to-heart","rod-of-correction","soul-to-soul","talk","touch"],"id":277193,"author_id":"Stella+Payton"},{"text":"Only mountains can feel the frozen warmth of the sun through snow's gentle caress on their peaks.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["caress","feel","frozen","gentle","highest","mountain","mountains","nature","nature","peak","snow","snow-white","sun","the-sun","warmth"],"id":277904,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"If you caress me one more time, you will melt the butter on my toast.","author":"Anthony T. Hincks","tags":["bread","butter","caress","love","me","melt","more","one","one-more-time","philosophy","time","toast"],"id":281682,"author_id":"Anthony+T.+Hincks"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":18,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}